Temple of Elemental Evil

Fucking, Perfect

A Narrative from Sigil's POV

Perfect.

Once again Sir Reginald lay in a bloody heap at the feet of Lareth the Beautiful and his henchman, the same warrior who had defeated them both in the dungeons beneath the Moathouse a few months ago. Sigil clenched his teeth and only just managed to keep his own footing under the agony flowing from Lareth the Beautiful. Like drops of oil spreading across water, the evil cleric channeled his dark god’s power and fouled the world around him. For a time Thane had been able to counter the effects, but either he had reached his limits or the ship had drifted to far from the docks. The surge of a hastening spell and the continued barrage of magic missiles zipping over the railing and slamming into enemies meant Tobias was still in the fight, though apparently stranded on the docks as well and scraping the bottom of his magical barrel of tricks. The Halfling’s three-headed creature had been hacked back to whatever plane it came from and he apparently was unable to summon another. Sigil had been waiting for MyRo to jump from a shadow and turn the tide with a lucky stab, or at least provide a good distraction – but he was missing in action. Sigil was quickly developing the thought that this occasion was playing out like an encore production of their last encounter with Lareth and his minions.

Fucking, Perfect.

Sensing his advantage, Lareth called out in the manner of men used to proclaiming the superiority of their god and beliefs. “Your champion has fallen! You have failed! I am the doom that will strike you down and feed your souls to the terrifying power and glory that is Rovagug!”

The words battered at Sigil’s morale, but they also served to remind him of his own God and the tests he had braved to find perfection. Lareth had made a mistake thinking that Reginald was the source of their will to fight. The young paladin was strong and brave, but it was Irori that Sigil revered, and it was his example that he followed.

“Who says he was our champion?” Sigil called back at Lareth, his resolve becoming like steel in a forge. This close, he could see that Lareth’s henchman bore numerous wounds from his duel with Reginald, and that Lareth also bore similar wounds, though he had avoided the melee.

Had he also grunted in pain when Reginald’s sword slashed his henchman? If so, this fight is closer than it would seem.

Stepping into a defensive ki stance Sigil uttered a prayer to call upon Irori’s perfection and channeled the last of his reserves into a wave of his own ordered energy. Though weak and uncontrolled compared to what Thane was capable of, it could still bolster strength and heal minor wounds. It did the same for Lareth and his henchman as well, but that was a small price to pay if his prayer was answered.

Lareth channeled his god’s power again, but Sigil withstood it. His henchman attacked with expert skill, but Sigil managed to dodge and weave around his sword, avoiding one strike by the width of his robes. Then, pale and bloody, Reginald rose up behind him and joined the attack. Then from the webs the Halfling incanted a spell and the deck below the warrior grew slick with grease, sending him crashing to the ground. As he attempted to rise fist, foot, sword, and a swarm of magic missiles brought him low.

Defiant until the end, Lareth charged Sigil and swung his staff like an amateur. Sidestepping easily, he was rewarded for his effort with a combination of martial strikes that brought an end to whatever his vile role was within the Temple of Elemental evil.

Though the party had survived, they had never been this exhausted, injured, and spiritually and magically drained. Then Sigil noticed two things. One, Dala and a score of her thralls were approaching the boat, apparently having observed the battle from a safe distance. Second, My-Ro was unconscious near the front of the ship, apparently having succumbed to Lareth’s magic before sneaking close enough to get the drop on him. Sigil used his last prayer for him, but he was too injured to regain consciousness. Seeing My-Ro was stable for the moment, Sigil threw a rope to Tobias and Thane, and they were quickly brought aboard to help with healing the inured and searching the dead.

With the help of Dala’s thralls, most of which were sailors, the ship was maneuvered back to the dock. There, the captain of the ship extorted a few hundred gold pieces from the party to cover damages it sustained in the attack. Grudgingly paying the price, plus a little more for information about the attack on Tamran, the party soon left Nulb and rode for Homlett.

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